Musebox: Enter at Your Own Risk: SHARK WEEK

[5dontlie]

Five sat on the edge of her bed, miserable as a wet cat in a monsoon.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't like she WANTED kids or anything.

None of the others had to deal with this...this...THING.

Words failed her. Five wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or cry or go beat up Tres with her guitar. Or all of the above.

Her cheeks were hot and her stomach was cramped and...and it felt like her insides were being scraped out with a rusted ice cream scoop.

Joy.

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[sixthdeadliest]

Six had noticed the early "off-ness" with Five. It wasn't the first time that he'd been around her during "that time of month". However, it tended to never be pleasant.

Unfortunately, this also meant that Dos, Trey, and IV wanted nothing to do with dealing with her. Five could be volatile normally when under the right circumstances. This was like deliberately walking into the center of a minefield. No, scratch that. It was like moonwalking into a minefield, making sure to twist every which way to slide over every last patch of ground.

And here he was preparing to do the monthly moonwalk. He knocked on her door. "Five, I brought you some tea. And your heating pack."